Once upon a time, a spinster and her father were talking about life. "There's a book that I want you to read, CJ", the father said. "It's called Who Moved My Cheese and it's all about change and how we adapt to it. I think you could learn a lot from it."
"What's THAT supposed to mean, Dad!", the spinster cried in her usual hyper-sensitive voice. "Are you saying that I'm incapable of changing and that I'm going to die lonely and alone, frantically trying to put stuff back where I think it belongs?"
(Sighing heavily) "Pass the peas, honey. Forget I said anything".
Somebody has moved my cheese all over the damn place and I don't like it one tiny little itty bit. It all started with this here computer and all of the crazypants crap that seemed to change with it overnight. New programs, new formats, new interfaces! Why didn't anybody send me a memo on this?! How in the world am I supposed to cope with the fact that I finally learned how to turn the darn thing on and now there's a whole new set of crap happening that I can't figure out!
(She breathes heavily into a paper bag).
Since this is, after all, supposed to be a stitching blog, I guess I have to confess that there has been precious little stitching going on. There's been a lot of futzing and organizing and putting of things into baskets, but actual stitching? Not so much.
I thought I had come up with the perfect idea, which was to gather projects for September, October, November, and December, but that seems to have placed me in a tailspin of cataclysmic proportions. How am I supposed to figure out whether Autumn Arbor is September or October? What if it really is a November and I'm just too clueless to understand? Can I stitch Halloween stuff now, or do I need to wait seventeen days until the calendar clicks over? What about Christmas stitching? Too soon?
Do you GET why it's not easy being me? These dilemmas have had me pacing the floors and pulling my hair out for weeks now. Methinks I need a sedative.
Speaking of which, Aunt Chrissy and Stewey had a huge surprise for me on Saturday past. They decided to decorate Chez Dog Pee to within an inch of its life with all of the gorgeousness of the season! Who knew that in addition to all of her other fabulous talents, my little sister is an expert autumnal decorator? (Stewey supervised and gave her efforts two paws up).
But first, here's a shot of the measly progress on Thine Is The Trick And The Treat:
I offer Exhibit A in the "Doesn't my sister have the very best taste in everything?" category. Here's the frame that she selected for Rusty O'Toole. Isn't it swell?
And here's the dining room tableau that she came up with (I added the dust and spindly plant that really should be re-potted but that just seems to do whatever it wants to anyways):
And here's the big white wall with a few new things added. You'll notice that the table is now nicely covered with some autumnal stitching and my Liberty Hill collection and that there are three new pics on the wall. The first is a Sam Toft print (the one above the shelf), the second is Rusty (above the light switch), and the third is a little sign that reads "Witch and Famous".
Who's happier than me?
A personal note to Anonymous: Oh, my dear sweet friend. Yes, I do understand, and hope that you will wrap yourself up in love from all of the crazy dog people whose hearts are breaking for you now. I gave Stewey an extra little head pat for you and he says to be well and that he's so very sorry for your loss. Please take care.